Destiel AU Story

Chapter II

Unbelievable, he's looking for me? That can't be right... He knows where I'm staying too, but how? I think for a moment until it clicks. A hacker maybe? I think of all the hackers I know, but none of them are good enough to find me, unless... I pick up my phone and press three, speed dialing Charlie... Ring...Ring... Ri-
"Cass! Hey how are you? Long time no talk! What's up?" Charlies voice resonates through the speaker.
"Hey, have you hacked anyone recently?" I say leaning against the wall, my voice suggesting her betrayal.
"Ah, that... Look Cass, I'm sorry but you knew with your rise to fame it would eventually happen. You know my contract with the Demons." Charlies voice genuinely sounded sorry and guilty. I sigh.
"You know what this means though, either I'll die, or Dean Winchester... That can't happen, not realistically at least. Our skills are similar, our methods are too." I say, wishing this to be different.
"Cass, I- I can't be involved more with this, both of you are my friends. So, I'll talk to you later, maybe..." Charlies voice sounded sad and it faded to a silent line. I sigh, and close my eyes.
"Okay, well, if Dean knows where I am I need to prepare. I need to," I pause and sigh, chuckling to myself. I'm worrying about my appearance. I shake my head and lay down on the motel bed. I cover my eyes with my arm and fall into unconsciousness.

I peer through the window of room 110, I see a tanned man with black sex hair, and sexy facial scruff. He seems to be asleep, I lock pick the room door and sneak in. The man stirs in his sleep, looking as if he'll wake up. I bite my lip as his shirt lifted up exposing his v-line. When he still's again I sigh and explore the room. I find a note pad from the Tuscan Inn, it has scribbles and notes with information about me on it, I notice Sam's name. I glare at the sleeping man mentally cursing him, now deciding to make his death as painful as possible. I rip a blank page out of the notepad, writing a nice little note to this dear sleeping angel, note my sarcasm.
'Castiel, 
I've visited you, I know more about you than you know me, it's funny. Now if you know whats good for you, meet me at 1476 Grant Street. Noon tomorrow, if you're late, well, you can figure that out for yourself.
Love, Dean Winchester' Dean places the note on Castiel's night stand, before turning on his phones GPS linking their phones then leaving. I tap Baby's hood smiling. I open the door turning her engine on, hearing it roar to life then settle at a gentle purr. I pull out of the parking lot going to the given address. I pull in behind the building, setting up a chair in the middle. I lay down in an adjacent room waiting for tomorrow.
"Hello?" A deep voice calls out, I open my eyes and smirk. He came! I slowly and quietly walk out.
"Great, it's probably a set up, don't be late he said, I'll be waiting he said." Castiel says sitting unknowingly in the chair. Well, aren't you dumb. I sneak behind the man only now realizing the rope I hid behind it is gone, confused I lock my gaze to the ground until I feel a tightness wrap around my torso.
"So I'm dumb?" A voice appears in my ear, making me shiver.
"I said that out loud?" I ask stupidly, still confused. He pulls the chair behind me and pushes me to sit. Only then I realize what's happening, I struggle with the restraints. He chuckles darkly bearing his teeth.
"Done with your dumb moment? Good. Now let's talk." He says crossing his arms. I growl and glare at him.
"Well, someone's not being very nice." His voice lowering, impossibly so. He smirks, almost like he read my mind. He comes right in front of me, bending down to my level.
"Someone's blushing! You must be thinking of something, embarrassing." He smirks, keeping his voice low. He moves his face closer, past my face towards my ear.
"You're getting off to my voice, aren't you?" He whispers in my ear. I shiver and try to get away, earning a dark laugh from him. He looks straight into my eyes and tilts his head before smiling maliciously. He straddles my hips and wraps his arms around my neck, his eyes turn innocent before he moves closer to my lips, I lean in but he's out of my reach.
"Why should I let you have what you want? You're completely at my mercy, exactly where I want you." He says, staring at me through his eye lashes. Fuck... My dick begins to get hard, I pray that he doesn't feel it. I know my prayers weren't answered because he smiled slightly.
"Someone's happy." He points out.
"Do something about it then." I retort. He climbs off of me, stepping back then eye fucking me.
"Maybe I will, but first we should talk." He pulls another chair and sits in front of me.
"About what?" I whine, my dick started to ache, growing from his teasing.
"About our jobs, I have to kill you as you have to kill me." He states.
"No shit Sherlock!" I exclaim.
"I could kill you now, or we could help each other." He says calmly.
"Help each other, how?" I squint my eyes at him.
"I understand you know Charlie, I know her as well. If you care about her, we make a deal." 
"What kind of deal? Slavery for my life?" I ask, honestly, that wouldn't be half bad...

"No, well... No, I was thinking more fake our deaths, say we killed each other because from what I know about you, your contract with the demons is shitty, and they have your brother who they'll release if you die." He says, how? How did he know this?
"What do you get out of this?" I ask, there's always a catch.
"Well, I get my life back, see I didn't want to be a serial killer. I still don't want to be one." He admits looking away from me. I almost feel bad for him.
"O.k, fine. But first things first, let me go!" I say trying to rip the ropes. He stands walking over and untying me, I jump up and on him smirking. Now the fun begins...
{Just for your information, the next chapter might be smut... so have fun!!}